(Franklin and Lamar walk towards the front door)

Lamar Davis: Wassup, can a loc come up in your crib?

Franklin Clinton: Man, fuc-k you. I'll see you at work.

Lamar Davis: Ah, ♥♥♥♥-a, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful, ♥♥♥♥-a. Maybe if you got rid of that old yee-yee as-s haircut you got you'd get some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ on your d-ick. Oh, better yet, maybe Tanisha'll call your dog-as-s if she ever stop ♥♥♥♥♥-n' with that brain surgeon or lawyer she ♥♥♥♥♥♥-g with. ♥♥♥♥-a...

(Lamar begins to walk away)

Franklin Clinton: What? Hmph.